Do You Know How Easy It Is To Make Lemonade Out Of Lemons?
In a world where a large amount of people don't understand how to turn a breath taken good opportunity when it falls into your once wounded lap, I am feeling a little lovingly high on this reality this fine Saturday morning, even though it is gray and gloomy outside. I am relishing in this (or maybe it was the Kava tea I had late last night) blissful feeling of love for myself, which has started to show itself to me more and more lately, very much to my pleasant surprise. (I am so glad there is spelling correction on here, YIKES) Anyway, something unexpected is happening to me but something I dared delicately to wish for with every singular artistic breath I have, to fall in love... with me. No this is not some boring trite of narcissism. I think there are a few too many here in this household that can take the prize for that. No, this is a tickle of pure joy, not just for myself but for the first time I can recall in the longest time imaginable (OMG I am crying right now be